People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 816: Tragedy brought forward

In the quiet woods, there are only the swaying of wind and leaves.

In the Jiangnan area where spring has not yet arrived, there is still a hint of coolness in the wind. There are no insects chirping, and only sporadic low calls of birds and animals can be heard.

A group of people holding knives held their breath and hid in various places in the woods, waiting for their target.

Qi Yan and the other two were also waiting for their target.

The sounds of birds and animals gradually became less frequent.

Qi Lin glanced at the two people beside him, indicating that someone was about to appear.

Qi Yan immediately couldn't help but lean his head forward to look around, but Chen held his head down again and forced him down.

He could smell Chen's light body fragrance beside him, and heard hurried footsteps approaching quickly from a distance.

After a certain distance, the footsteps suddenly disappeared.

The next second, Qi Yan heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed, branches breaking, and leaves rustling. The whistling of a sharp weapon cutting through the air replaced the imagined shouts of killing, and the collision of fists and feet and the groans of pain from falling to the ground merged into one.

"He's a good player," Chen whispered, "but it's not enough."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Yan heard the sound of cloth being torn and a man groaning in pain.

Qi Yan shook his head vigorously, shook off Chen's hand that was holding him, grabbed the edge of the stone in front of him with both hands, stuck his head out and stared with wide eyes to watch the martial arts performance happening in front of him.

Then Qi Yan was stunned.

He saw a familiar Liberian man retreating in embarrassment, holding his shoulder, with his back leaning against a tree that was so thick that two people could hug it. A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, and he glanced at the enemies who were surrounding him with a grim expression.

The man had blue hair, wore a mandarin jacket, and had various odds and ends around his waist, looking like a charlatan wandering the world.

The round-frame glasses on the man's nose, which looked very much like a charlatan, had become a little crooked due to the fight, but it did not destroy his charlatan temperament. Instead, it made him look more like the classic image of a swindler who was discovered and beaten to the ground after being discovered.

Unfortunately, Qi Yan was the only one present who had the mind to pay attention to these strange painting styles. Everyone, including Chen, was staring at the unopened folding fan in the hand of the Liberi man.

The leader of the tightly-dressed men winked at his companions. Instead of the nonsense that Qi Yan had imagined, a group of people took action again, dividing into different directions and attacking the man from Liberi tacitly.

The man from Liberi clearly had the urge to open the folding fan in his hand, but he gave up in the end and simply used the fan to block the blade that was chopping towards him, then he moved nimbly and escaped from the enemy's encirclement.

Then the man from Libori ran away without any desire to fight.

But just as he took a step, he noticed a tuft of white hair behind a huge rock in front of him, which was forcibly pressed down by a hand.

Almost instinctively, the Liberian man turned around and started running the other way.

Whether it is to avoid being implicated by the person hiding behind the stone, or to avoid the other party being someone who is also ambushing him, the man from Liberi is unwilling to provoke.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't run, don't run, we are one of us."

Qi Yan once again broke free from Chen's control, half of his body climbed directly onto the stone and shouted to the man from Liberi.

His sudden words startled the man from Liberi, who slowed down his pace in confusion. The men in tight clothes who were about to chase him became even more alert and prepared for battle when they heard his words.

Qi Yan picked up his stick, grunted and turned over the stone, and chatted as if he didn't understand the atmosphere:

"Tell me what happened? Why were you ambushed and killed? Where is your master Lian Zixu?"

"you……"

The man from Liberi was surprised when the person in front of him suddenly mentioned his master's name.

When the group of men in tight clothes heard Qi Yan's words, they immediately regarded him as a gangster.

The leading man immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"My dear little brother, since you are still young, I will give you a piece of advice. Don't get involved in things that you shouldn't get involved in. Just leave now, and we can pretend that we have never seen you."

Qi Yan put the stick on his shoulder and said with a smile:

"There is nothing in this world that I cannot take care of!"

"..."

The leader was so stunned by Qi Yan's aura that he didn't know how to respond.

His gaze wandered and landed on Qi Lin and Chen who followed out from behind the rock.

After hesitating for a moment, the leader took the initiative to cup his fists towards Chen and said sincerely:

"Miss, please give me some face. This matter... is not your business."

List:?

She was stunned for a moment, and then she noticed that the leader's eyes kept lingering on her dragon horns and tail. Only then did she realize that the other party had recognized her general identity.

In Yan Country, the Dragon Clan are generally children of aristocratic families. The other party is obviously a person of some knowledge and regards her as the most noble one among the three.

"Unfortunately, he is the captain among the three of us." Chen pointed at Qi Yan.

The leader frowned and looked at Qi Yan again in surprise and doubt.

But Qi Yan no longer paid attention to him, and looked at the man from Liberi happily:

"I've come so long in advance. How is your master doing?"

Seeing that Qi Yan always cared about his master and was friendly, the man from Liberi subconsciously regarded Qi Yan as the descendant of his master's old friend.

Then a trace of grief flashed across his face: "Master... was killed three months ago..."

Qi Yan: "..."

He felt a little confused and puzzled.

According to the information he knew, Lian Zixu should not have been killed so early. After all, Yan Rong on the island was still a little girl. According to the original plot, Lian Zixu's tragedy only began after Yan Rong had grown into a beautiful young lady.

"May I know who you are, young man?" the Liberi man asked tentatively.

"…Just treat me as an old friend of hers."

Qi Yan sighed a little, put down the wooden stick on his shoulder, held it in one hand, and with the other hand, he made a sword-like finger and slowly stroked the straight stick.

He walked towards the group of men in tight clothes step by step.

"Just take your lives and count them as part of the interest."

Qi Yan pointed the wooden stick in his hand at the men in tight clothes.

All the people on the other side took a half step back in confusion, and kept exchanging glances while being wary of Qi Yan.

They couldn't understand Qi Yan's identity, let alone where Qi Yan's confidence came from.

From Qi Yan's every move, they couldn't see any characteristics of a martial artist in him. He looked like a powerless cuckoo.

But Qi Yan's confidence made them start to lose confidence.

"I started holding a sword when I was ten years old."

Qi Yan suddenly spoke to himself: "At the age of twelve, I defeated all my peers. At the age of thirteen, I knocked down the sword in my master's hand. After that, it took me three years to defeat all the self-proclaimed swordsmen in the world.

From now on, no one is qualified to make me draw my sword. I stand alone under the willow trees by the river in loneliness, watching the river flow away and the endless fallen leaves drifting away, and I realize the state of being without a sword.

After that, my sword sank to the bottom of the river and was never seen again by the world.

My sword will be with me forever after that."

This sudden and high-profile speech scared the group of tight-fitting men so much that they took several steps back again.

Qi Yan swept the wooden stick in his hand lightly and said slowly:

"I have a sword that can move mountains, break rivers, overturn seas, subdue demons, subdue monsters, command gods, pluck stars, destroy cities... and split the sky!"

The stick fell.

The translucent bone mark on the back of Qi Yan's left hand flashed a barely perceptible light.

The next moment, the sky and the earth changed color and the mountain wind danced wildly.

The gentle breeze in the forest turned into the most terrifying murderous intent, destroying everything in the world with a crushing blow. The men in tight clothes in front of Qi Yan didn't even have time to scream before they were turned into dust along with the trees, soil and rocks in the mountains.

The remaining power of the wind and waves continued to spread forward for hundreds of feet, dispersing all the clouds in the sky and leaving no obstructions in sight. A smooth path led directly to the towering city-state whose outline was faintly visible outside the forest.

Qi Yan put away his sword and stood by his side. He turned his head and asked the man from Liberi:

"Do you want to avenge your master?"